Mom brushed my hair before I went to bed.

"Sophia, you need to be looking good tomorrow, okay?" Mom asked me.

I nodded. "Yeah, but will you be gone like Dad?"

"No, Sophia, why would you think that?"

"I don't know."

There was a knock at the door and Mom opened the door.

It was Dad.

"Joseph, our daughter, she is getting so big, come take a look at her," Mom said, hurrying him inside my room.

"Dad, will you be here for my eleventh birthday?"

"No, Sophia," Dad said.

"Why not?" I asked, tears forming in my eyes.

"Because Sophia! I don't love you anymore!" he yelled at me.

"B-b-b-but you said you would be here for all my birthdays, you said that when I was five or younger," I said, the tears that had formed in my eyes fell off my face.

Mom shook her head. "Joseph, don't yell at her, please."

But he just stormed off.

Maid Charlotte came in and told Mom she could take care of me.

"Oh, Charlotte," I said, slinging my arms around her waist. "Make me look as pretty as I am now but ten times as pretty."

"Yes, of course, Mistress," she said.